Hammer and the harp
by 
Jibunnessa
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Posted: Saturday, June 10, 2006 Word Count: 36 Summary: This was going to be a much longer poem originally. Not entirely sure it's finished. It might grow later. Let me know what you think. |
When
the hammer
turns into
the harp,
And the
silent finger
is cut
forever,
You levitate
dry-mouthed,
An island
of
pictures
etched
in air.
---Jib, 8.26am, Sat 10 Jun 2006. In bed, at home, in London
the hammer
turns into
the harp,
And the
silent finger
is cut
forever,
You levitate
dry-mouthed,
An island
of
pictures
etched
in air.
---Jib, 8.26am, Sat 10 Jun 2006. In bed, at home, in London